(The system wouldn't let us enter "Jerry" because we ran out of space, but you know who you are. . .)
We need a way to personalize these even more; like, we should be able to add Eastern Airlines wings to Bob's shirt.
Take a look at the background of these pictures and see if you can spot: Michael, Cindy, Uncle Steve, Aunt Jennifer, Uncle Weyman and a Star Wars Stormtrooper.
His birthday had a Star Wars theme. That seemed appropriate, since he's seen Star Wars so many times that he can hum all of the soundtrack orchestration, beginning to end.
He got his first real model train for his birthday. It is an N-scale steam engine. All the cousins were fascinated. Well, the boys were fascinated anyway.
It was Michael's first surprise party, and I wish I had a picture of his face when he first walked in the door. He was so surprised that he literally fell to the floor.
This picture of Jim was taken the same week as Michael's party. It has nothing to do with the party, I'm just including it because I like the picture. :)
In Michael's comic world, he is often Doc Oc, but good instead of evil. At any rate, that's why he's drawn himself below with long robotic arms.
The guy Doc Oc Michael is holding up is a criminal.
Michael says that, "He's a criminal because he stole a top hat."
Michael completed an entire notepad of drawings recently, and here's his "The End" page, containing his comic book family. Click on the image to enlarge it. The spider on top of the "T" is named Snookums (I think he got that from a Franny K. Stein book) and the two spiders at the bottom of the page are Snookums' parents. I wish I knew who the girl is that Doc Oc Michael is sharing "loving" thoughts with, but he won't tell me.
Michael and his dad had a campout this weekend with cub scouts. They made rockets and shot them off at the campsite. Here's Michael sitting with the other scouts (and one or two of the scouts's sisters), wating to shoot off their rockets.
Michael and his rocket.
That's a twenty ounce bottle and a two liter bottle with cardboard fins all duct-taped together and spray-painted.
Shooting off the rocket had something to do with this rope that Michael is about to pull. I wasn't there and Jeff, exhausted, is already asleep tonight. So, I don't know how it works, but trust me that it shoots the rockets really, really high.
We have a friend with the most amazing green thumb. Check out those tulips! They are taller than Jim. Yes, landscape architecture is our friend's profession.
Jim the ham.